Moksh flew high with max velocity he could attain, but the distance was too much between them; it was 1400 km. He flies non-stop, but the flight under the scorching hot sun is painful, and after a continuous flight of 6 hours, he landed on a highway and moved forward on the road, then reached the infamous Jaipur-the pink city.
"Wow, the city is marvellous," he said while moving around his head, and as the name suggests 'the pink city' there was a pink contrast on the walls it was during the rule of Sawai Ram Singh I
The city was painted pink to welcome the HRH Albert Edward prince of wales in 1876. Many of the avenues of that time remained pink, and after hours of flight, he was hungry now.
Moksh walked in search of a local and cheap restaurant, then explored the areas he got to know about the location of 'Masala Chowk' famous for street food he went there. The delicious aroma of the foods enlightened Moksh's mood; he went towards a 'pav bhaji stall. He ordered a plate, and within seconds got served; he ate it, and it satisfied his growling stomach and stood up to move again. He roamed through the streets, exploring the city.
10 PM
Moksh was tired; he spent all his leftover money while exploring the city; he moved again towards an open area devoid of people, unleashed the wings, and flew away.
The distance from Jaipur to Thar desert is 667 km, and he flies speedily towards the location.
7 HOURS LATER
5:00 AM
He reached the desert, a land with nothing but sand and landed. Sunrise was yet to happen; he walked forwards after walking for miles continuously. He felt an Aura, but it was too far away and wondered, 'Is this the way of telling the location interesting it seems' then he traced it back. Out of nothingness, he saw a figure when he closed up and saw the same black-wrapped guys.
"Welcome, sir; you arrived earlier; let me take you towards your restroom," one of them said, and Moksh countered "ho! you even greet your enemies?" the same person said, "Sir, please come; with us." Moksh went the person it was a small tidy, and the lovely room even had a television inside after few minutes some people came in with plates. They served him and left, and he went towards the table to open the lids.
The aroma of food satisfied his hunger and devoured it like a beast "food was delicious!" he said and fell on the bed. The bed was soft and mushy like foam, then he slept instantly, and Moksh passed his remaining day like this.
BATTLE DAY
"let's get started", Moksh said and moved out of the escorts' room.
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THE EMBODIMENT OF TERROR-I
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